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Details | Free verse |

Death Tolls

The atmosphere rings with the bell like calls
of the plover flock, long before they are spotted.
The flight herringbones a grey fedora sky.
Markings of white and coal black weave,
wing-stitched, a blanket maker’s dream.

Sigh makers 	they close on the beach 
at high tide, the horizon shivers      the
sand blanches. These ravishing scavengers
light on the tattered edge of wet to dry,
dawdling with the dead.

Plovers are diminutive scroungers, one-legged
dancers, hopping to the pull of tide, dining on
crab-eggs in black-tie and feathered tails, their
gray skull caps lined with a black brow. 
Sparrow-small birds dress to the nines. 
 
A feast for the birds, fall crisps, crab moltings,
go on for endless miles. September is beginning
and soon winged ones will fly to sunny shores.
The cold Atlantic will moan for the loss of music,
the unstitched sky will part. The avian choir is off 
to the mud flats of Carolina. 


First Published Eunoia Review January 2015

Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2015


Details | Imagism |

Teal Harbor

Idle porcelain boats are seagulls floating on a teal harbor blond moorings cast like kelp Sails stiff as egrets glide slowly toward a cerulean channel Atop turtle islands pastel cottages are pearls gleaming on oyster beaches umbrellas splayed like starfish on sandstone terraces schools of rainbow blossoms wafting in the salty air 3rd Place Late June Premier Contest Sponsor: Brian Strand 6/25/17

Copyright © Dale Gregory Cozart | Year Posted 2017

Details | Couplet |

For Andrea Dietrich

Say something nice, and a short little while
She will respond with kind words and a smile.
True to her nature, she always will say
Something so nice that I cannot repay.
Bright and unique, every contest that's new
Challenges, helps, and expands us anew.
Don't know that form? Then it's time to begin;
Do a good job and it's sure of a win.
Trying a form that you can't understand?
Andrea's knowledge is always at hand.

Gifted in phrasing and rhyming for sure;
Words she has written in minds will endure.
Poems of flow'rs and a sweet little beach
Dance in the dreams of this sweet little peach!
Sijos of seahorses dance in the sea;
Starfish and dolphins keep good company.
Kyrielles of yellow burst forth like sunflowers:
Rubaiyats of robins in Spring's gentle showers.
Sonnets of sparrows and songbirds fly high
Twined with the cumulus clouds in the sky.
Sunsets of lavender scatter their light;
Sapphics of stars wink their way thro' the night.
Footle sized fireflies twinkle till dawn,
Making a fairyland right on her lawn;
Then in the morning, she wakes and recalls
Visions of dreams still contained in her walls.
Out of her window, or deep in her mind,
She will not rest till the poem she finds.
Thus, she has poems by beauty inspired;
Mixed with her skill, that is why she's admired.



{Just too late for the contest. Bummer!}

Copyright © Isaiah Zerbst | Year Posted 2015


Details | Haiku |

Seaside Haiku

Salt spray and Seagull Cries…swaying palms…healing balm Soothe both ears and eyes

Copyright © David Whalen O Haolin in ancient Celtic | Year Posted 2017

Details | Rhyme |

A Bird and A Boy


I, as a boy, went down to the sea
Clambored o'er rocks far out to the bluff
Stopping to search the tide pools for shells
Senses alive with sharp, briny smells
Warm morning wind cut ragged and rough
Yawning with promise, the sun winked at me.

I reached the dark cliffs and down to the shore
Settled my person upon an old log
Wiggling my toes to delve in the sand
Betting the treasure of shells in my hand
That sunlight and breeze would scatter the fog
And warming, I shed the sweatshirt I wore.

'Twas then that I spotted a bird, scarlet red
A Cardinal, and male, with exquisite feather
Perched on the snow fence rimming the dunes
Greeting the day with the saddest of tunes
And there in the grass, surrounded by heather
Lay one female Cardinal, soundless and dead.

I stayed there all day just observing that sight
The male with his anthem, still pleading his mate
True longing and pain such as I'd never heard
A song split my heart from the throat of that bird
I stayed beyond dinner, the sun bowing late
And still, he sang on, deep into the night.

I went back each morn to hear that bird sing
All day he would croon for his dear love to rise
The rest of that summer, and even years hence
With endless devotion, he trilled from that fence
Tho' one Spring he failed to return to those skies
I watched evermore for red birds on the wing.

Well, I'm old now and weary, but here's the odd thing:
When the cold has relented and the sun smiles bring
A soft breeze that's scented with a hope for the Spring
While I wait for the black arms of slumber to cling ...

Tho' I've looked for the gist
I can swear, through the mist
In the eve, heaven-kissed
That I still ... hear ... him ...

Sing.



* In loving memory of my favorite human being, Walt Whitman. *

** FIRST PLACE in the "Best Rhyming Poem September thru October 2017" Poetry Contest, John Hamilton, Sponsor. **

Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2017

Details | Haiku |

Hungry Bird

Look! Splashing fat fish.
Circling gull hovers low,
eyeing breakfast dish


For Picture Perfect Haiku #2
Contest by SKAT A

Copyright © Darlene Gifford | Year Posted 2015

Details | Haiku |

Sea Birds

Lonely sea birds cry out

Young fish washed up on shore

No hunger tonight. Full


                          

                              P.R.Deremer

Copyright © Pam Deremer | Year Posted 2015

Details | Quatrain |

THIS CALMING SEA

THIS CALMING SEA

I sit here in the darkness at a window
that mirrors my wild mane, unruly me
Imagine how in time this house will grow
around me, a Rapunzel, you will see

My hair in braids grow down a castle vast
The nurses turned to wicked witches, wild
If you don't save me, I will never last
A lonely, lost, love seeking smallish child

Their screams are in my head, such ugly sound
Of capture, castigating, lashing words
My hands, over my ears, have never found
Relief from them, I wish I were a bird

To fly away, and leave my legs behind
To have my arms be wings to carry me
(To where no harm or evil ever find)
Eternally over this calming sea

Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2016

Details | Sonnet |

Sunbird

Scrambling across the sky
Oh, just to know
How the sun bird flies
With my brain in tow
Growing in my mind
Fluttering on a wing
Flight from shoreline
Oh, how he sings
Lift on high old one
Perch upon thy crag
Closest to the sun
Waving your feathered flag
How we so enjoy
Your screech of ahoy!

Copyright © ANDREA TRAVIS | Year Posted 2015

Details | Verse |

Sitting on a beach

While Sitting on a beach close to the sea,
I close my eyes to hear what I can see.
First I hear the crashing of the waves,
Then I hear children off exploring caves,
I hear the wind blowing around my ear,
The cries of the sea gulls are very clear.

While sitting on a beach close to the sea,
I close my eyes to smell what I can see.
A distinctive smell of fish is everywhere,
The smell of seaweed lingers in the air,
I smell the salty sea as it hits the land,
I also smell the dampness of the sand.

While sitting on a beach close to the sea,
I close my eyes to feel what I can see.
I feel the Sunshine as it warms my face,
I feel the freedom I feel at this place,
The gentle breeze blowing on my nose,
A tickle as the sand runs through my toes.

While sitting on a beach close to the sea,
I open my eyes to see what I can see,
I see the waves as they crash on the sand,
I see the seagulls as on the rocks they land,
I see the sunshine as it shines on me,
I see the place where I feel free.










Copyright © linda williams | Year Posted 2016

Details | Haiku |

Life Reflects

Life Reflects

bird sat on a perch
ocean reflects upon clouds
rain fills a great void

Haiku, contest entry

08-13-2014

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2014

Details | Tanka |

Tempest

Cormorant and I Share tempestuous moment Wide eyed ocean watch Safely removed from spindrift Waves, spume and spray batter shore.

Copyright © Delice Arleen Skelly | Year Posted 2015

Details | Lyric |

Be Still My Love

Written March 25, 2013


Any minute now
The sun will rise again
A ship sets sail for the ocean
Another's coming in
I don't quite know
Where I should even begin

The day breathes a sigh
That makes me wonder why
The rain falls only in the den
Where we sit so patiently and wait
The same couch from our first date
Maybe this is just our fate

What house is this I'm in
The paint is wearing thin
The sound of stories told
Has got me growing old
Just you and me my darling
And all the red starlings

Any minute now
The night will come again
We'll set sail for the ocean
Watch others coming in
If I ventured in the slipstream
Would I find you in my dreams

So be still my love
Don't fear this life you're in
Things will change this time around
I'll let the light shine in
I'm just waiting
For this life to begin

Copyright © Brandon Carter | Year Posted 2013

Details | Haiku |

seagull rides the waves haiku

seagull rides the waves
waiting for a chance to strike
a helpless victim

Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2014

Details | Haiku |

digging the scene haiku

on powder white sand
watching the birds relaxing
just digging the scene

Copyright © Marty King | Year Posted 2015

Details | Sonnet |

Awe and Wonder

Hummingbird, you are a stunning creature,
Your fast-flitting wings can hardly be seen,
Your long, graceful beak a trademark feature,
Your feathers are an iridescent sheen.

Ocean, you hold back so many secrets,
What man has the power to master you?
A habitat for turtles and egrets,
You have a nurturing and tame side too.

Mankind, you have so much ability,
You carry such capacity for love,
Bodies possess strength and agility,
Your heart, spirit, and mind—a treasure trove.

All began in God's imagination,
You are parts of a blessed creation.

August 19, 2016

Copyright © Kim Bond | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

to the sea with glee

Warm sensations of thermals rising, wings of prey
effortlessly floating, dancing with glee
bald eagles souring diving for there prey
scurrying small prey postponing there stay
ominous murky waters creeping with rise with no delay 
white men driving white Chevy trucks survey, appraise 
up river waters high still climbing in dismay
pioneer earthen levee's resolute and staid
organizing sand bags with volunteers, portrays
hoping low's to surrender for sun filled high's to stay
awaiting for tide to shrink the bay's
serene, peaceful flow of smooth tranquil swirling too the Sea.   

Copyright © Edward Snyder | Year Posted 2016

Details | Dizain |

Seaside Tranquility

A heron s t r u t s across the lonely beach,
while ocean waves deposit shells and more.
Gulls break the morning silence with their
    screech,
as over ocean tides they swoop and soar,
searching for some tidbit along the shore.
A salt sea breeze like a whispered prayer,
caresses the shore with a gracious flair.
Soon humanity will dare to intrude,
vanquishing a tranquility that's rare,
to celebrate summer with gratitude.


9/8/16
For Laura Loo's Dizain Poem II contest
N/A

Entered in Janice Canerdy's Any Poem That Got  N/A'd in September contest.

Copyright © Kim Merryman | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

To an Owl

Hi old companion from primitive dark
When we look at the moon in delight
You roll your eyes in curious quirk
Why don't we wait and love dark night
Like you do whether in sun or in rain 
For you know beauty sparkles best then
When amidst intense stories of night 
You do have your lovely dancing height
Look there the moon is splashing on
The dream waters of the Mediterranean
Now you will perhaps disembark
For your primary pleasure plunder
I am keeping awake to watch the spark
The art of hunting in green grandeur
______________________________________
July 20, 2016




Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

Seascape

On wings of whisper seagulls rise
Like an unhurried, gracious fleet
Which sails upon a sea of sighs
And takes my dreams away with it. 

The clouds and waves anoint the sky
With drops of myrrh and hues of blue
Whose colors blend and tower high,
While masts glide free and out of view. 

How soft and languid is the roll
Of vessels tethered to the pier!
I wonder if they hear the call
Of friends afar and fellows near. 

They roll with jealousy and grief
While many others, far away, 
Might float over a glowing reef
Or laze upon a peaceful bay. 

But here, where seagulls roam above,
The sad and silent fellows weep
For fear their unrequited love
May die forgotten in the deep.

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Copyright © Eton Langford | Year Posted 2016

Details | Couplet |

Missing That Shinning Sea

Missing that Shinning Sea
 
Often starring at ocean waves,
just blocks from its sea gulls and sandy shores.

Daily visits never grew old; the water was always cold.
And the gulls fly low, enjoying their favorite spots.

Arrested with fascination of seals resting on solid rocks,
campers and outdoorsmen alike, parked by the sea side

Residing in the sunset district and sleeping by the sound of ocean tides,
A young family was often captured, viewing beauty from bay windows.

They  engulfed the cool breezes and observed the rolling fog;
walking along its windy shores, building castles in the sand

Neither rooster crows nor cricket sounds, or even lightning bugs;
sweet sleep danced to the music of fog horns, as they sounded out faithfully;                                                   

Ships from Far East ports, passing slowly through the golden gate;
delivering huge containers of  merchandize, made mostly in China

Just a short walk from the Pacific is that great and gorgeous park.
Strolling along beaten paths, or laughing and flying kites,

a father and his two kids played with sheer delight;
and embraced the breezes, mostly calm and cool
06082016 cj PS

Copyright © curtis johnson | Year Posted 2016

Details | Free verse |

Casual Egret

He sat serenely on the dock rail,
unruffled by human commotion,
his wedding-veil tail-feathers 
caressing his stilted legs.

Pelicans waddled, squatted,
tipped heavy beaks downward.
Grackles squawked, seagulls 
screeched, pigeons cooed.

"Go, sit on the bench
in front of him," he said.
She eased forward slowly,
turned, and sat. The camera 
clicked as the casual egret 
stretched to his full height, 
and stared into the lens.

His nuptial plumage fluttered
in the soft ocean breeze,
paying regal witness
to this mating
of mankind with nature.

cfa © 1/30/2011

Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2016

Details | Limerick |

LIMERICK CONTEST

Seagulls Take Flight Rose strolled alone on a warm sandy beach as salty foamy waves crept to reach net her toes as the wind rose she Jump from getting wet toes instead fell back on her butt with a screech Noisy seagulls came flying around while Rose sat embarrassed on the ground Plop! Whitewash fell on her head then to the air they fled flapping, squawking, with hungry sounds 4/27/2017
Poetry Contest: LIMERICK CONTEST Sponsored by: JAN ALLISON

Copyright © Eve Roper | Year Posted 2017

Details | Sonnet |

Sonnet of Resignation

Almost all of us most likely live our
Lives with a prosaic resignation
Like the same sunset and bland moonrise hour
Regardless of vast personal ocean

The pen has to be in pocket as such 
The shirt you bought for me has to be fine
As always now too, I love you as much
Our dreams have to be sweet although saline

Ice in bones and static haemoglobin
Wheels of carriage on accustomed railway
Roads inside parks teem with spilling trash bin
Trees and flowers surrender everyday

Just come home with the full packet of pay
Resigned to everydayness come what may
_____________________________________________________________
30/9/2016

Copyright © Probir Gupta | Year Posted 2016

Details | Rhyme |

Sand Pipers

On the bobbing pipers run
Across the sandy beach, such fun
All together off they race
Always with the quickest pace
Piping for their unseen food they go
That’s just within their reach below
Flying in a flock unfurled and fast
Swooping down as water passed 
Scurrying on tiny legs they speed
Off they race to catch their feed
A moving ornament delight
A Dazzling picture when in flight

Copyright © John Squires | Year Posted 2015

Details | Free verse |

Birdsong

Keep on singing, bird
I cannot see you
as I sit enclosed 
by the four walls of my room
But I do not need to see you 
with my eyes
Your song goes to the centre
of my being
making me ever aware of 
the kinship of my spirit
with yours
I do not hear you anymore
Perhaps you have flown away
but the vibrations 
that your song has set up
within my soul
will go on 
like the never-ending waves
of the ocean
Thank you, bird

Copyright © john beharry | Year Posted 2013

Details | Free verse |

Poem : Whispers of a Skylark

A wise bird, wiser than the west

It blend beak of voice and a beacon afar

Deftly blending clouds with feathers

Spread over wicked continents

Which is shifting opinions as in tectonic plates

Continent of men, clouds of winged meanings

Drifting oceans, Dithering wings

They meet in swarms and grooves

In a season of stealth and drones

No one wants an yellow messenger

That whispers to the wind, vividly

It could tilt and slope, incline and invade

The valley of vultures and other dreaded signs

No one want an yellow messenger

That could see beyond the tropic clouds

That could foretell the origin of nemesis

That could groove vision in your timid eyes

That bridges light unto your iris canals

No one want an yellow messenger

That carves blissful voices in your yellow belles

Bile is bile, vile is vile, primate is primate and so is the Continental drift

Copyright © Gokul Alex | Year Posted 2015